Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.